I stretched out my arm wanting to reach for my jacket.
I barely managed to brush it with my fingertips. That man had to be an asshole, I couldn't hire a security system to protect him.
He would be so cheap.
There was no security, there was no one, he was stranded almost in the middle of nowhere. If it wasn't for the fact that there was a road in front of the residence, the same one that was facing the sea, when driving along the road you could notice that small garden behind the metal bars.
"Come on wake up" I begged knowing that I was unconscious, I must be so unlucky. "Don't die" I pleaded so pitifully. "Don't die, don't do it"
The ambulance arrived within minutes.
When the paramedics arrived, I could barely manage to know that it had been minutes and not hours, I had felt an eternity with every second that passed. That wounded man could die and my fingerprints were in his hair, because it was impossible not to stroke his hair in search of making him wake up.
"Quickly" the squad leader removed the man above me and they ripped his shirt completely off giving him first aid. "Blood pressure monitors."
The area medics in emergency were so efficient.
"Get him on the stretcher" he ordered leading the group. I wiped away that fluid, which was still running down the corners of the corner of my eyes. "Quick, he needs an x-ray and investigate how much organ damage has occurred."
A nurse helped me up.
I managed to make out how he was being carried on the stretcher towards the ambulance parked in front of the residence, a group of three men carried him carrying him, I breathed through my mouth being unable to calm my breathing.
"Your husband will not die" at that moment I felt a sense of relief, having no idea how much that woman nurse had gotten right and preceded in her words. "I will help you, come with me."
I followed.
I ended up riding in the back of the ambulance.
I was a key witness to the two times they made him keep his signs barely stable, I felt like I was watching a terrifying scene, that team of emergency medics battling to keep the injured man alive.
The defibrillator was used a total of two times.
"Quickly," a nurse banged into the cab, signaling the driver to call for a line and get to the hospital as quickly as possible, as the patient was dying. The patient will not hold on any longer.
That wounded man was connected to an oxygen tube, they had opened a wound in his neck by inserting a tube, they had intervened because his lungs did not seem to be able to carry enough oxygen to the body, I saw how they opened him, risking a crossroad to rescue him.
The crimson was on the gloves and on the man's shirt.
"What's taking so long?" complained another nurse in frustration at not making it to the hospital.
"The patient is the priority" roared the leader towards his colleagues, the monitors kept indicating how difficult it was for that unknown man, he really could have died sooner. "He keeps dropping his heart rate "
"What?" the nurse who had pounded his fist on the ambulance cab, turned to the monitor checking.
He heard so clearly that ambulance horn was still blaring. The cars seemed not to be moving because of a car accident on the road.
The emergency doctors seemed distressed at what seemed to be the terrible outcome for the injured man.
It took them about half an hour to arrive.
"Quickly to the operating room."
"He has several internal damage" reported the team leader in the ambulance.
I barely managed to understand that the ambulance had been stopped, that we were in the In the parking lot area, an attending physician in the emergency area had arrived.
He told the emergency team to take him to the operating room.
I walked trembling over the ambulance, I was in the back of the ambulance. On my walk around I discovered that there was too much blood in the ambulance, I didn't know what I was supposed to do that place.
"Ma'am, don't move" a nurse stopped me as I tried to get out of the ambulance. "You feel dizzy."
I denied.
"You need to go get checked out."
He opened one of my eyes shining a small flashlight into it, I felt like I was suspended from reality, it looked like a mockery and that a nightmare.
"Follow the light."
I did as he instructed.
He helped by wiping the traces of blood on my jaw, discovering that those traces of blood did not belong to me.
"You need to do a check" ordered the nurse.
I could hardly understand that that place was not where I was supposed to be, I was not even his relative, I must have gone crazy wanting to jump the boundaries of that barrier and enter that house.
I was taken by the nurse to the emergency room, they performed an excessive amount of medical checks, I did not resist. I followed every order the doctors gave me.
"Your husband will be fine."
I didn't know why they kept repeating it over and over again. That man who could barely move was not my husband, nodding vaguely I averted my gaze down a long hallway.
"He'll be out of surgery soon" the nurse who was helping me dress kept giving me words of comfort. "You must be a little groggy"
I didn't respond.
I knew that house, I used to drive by the road that was right across the street from the huge house in the 'WIN' area of 63rd Avenue in the city, there was no one who didn't know that place.
I knew it was a terrible idea.
Sitting in the waiting room I clenched my fists, that moment the anguish in my chest kept me tied to the seat, unable to leave. I pulled the air from my lungs in a long sigh that drew certain stares.
"Young man" I jumped in my place as I felt a hand on my shoulder, there was no turning back, a police officer was in front of me. "You must accompany us."
"Ah?"
I blurted out.
"We have a few questions for you" the officer indicated. I must have freaked out the moment my feet followed him so collaboratively.
That was the indication of a bad omen.
Seeing that barely visible scar on his neck made me think he must have had a bad time in the operating room, it must have been sad to wake up and not find a familiar face.
"Ready" Gael smiled with a huge smile on his lips, that man was impossible not to love, his beauty so unique made my heart pound. "It's still painful."
That cold look had been wiped away.
A hint of guilt glared through his eyes in an instant, same that was replaced by an expressionless face.
"Go show your ugly tears somewhere else" he spat at my resounding silence.
I closed my eyes.
A couple of tears fell, I opened them again, smiled slyly and seeing him squatting in front of me, without much thought I nudged my foot into his chest.
"No one asks for your disgusting kindness" I replied, he fell down sitting on the floor.
"Oh!" he feigned astonishment. "You are good at theater, have you ever thought of being an actress" his voice full of derision, made me raise my chin.
"You want to be corrected."
"A college girl wants to correct me" he dropped completely on the floor, stretched out in front of the bed, a laugh reached my ears so melodically. "It's impossible"
"Do I look like a joke?" furrowing my brow I pinned my eyes on that businessman. "Sir."
"Huh?" Gael noticed my sarcasm, his laughter stopped and for an instant I hated myself, he sat on the floor again. "Can't you be a little more generous, I've been kind..."
"And I should repay you?" I rolled my eyes.
"You will."
Gael looked interested.
"I think there's something wrong with your head" I cut off abruptly whatever gibberish was coming out of his mouth, Gael smiled as he got up from the floor.
"It might be guilt" he mumbled, I would have thought I imagined it but for the overwhelming silence, barely our voices could be heard in the huge residence.
"Now I have to wear some cuts on my thighs" I complained. "You want recognition for that too" I faced him without taking my eyes from his.
He was such an attractive man.
Gael smiled.
Gael disappeared for long hours.He was amazing at leaving, leaving no footprints or traces, in that huge house while he was walking, the only thing that reached my ears were my own footsteps echoing.I went down to the kitchen.I turned on the stove frying some eggs, heated the coffee in the pot and some toast would be the little that would carry my stomach for the rest of the day.I didn't have a person in charge of the pantry.In that huge house there were only luxuries, and food, frustrated at the misfortunes that were beginning to surround me. I ended up carrying the food to the dining room."The gravy" I mumbled, jumping up from my chair. However, as I jumped out of my seat I ended up hitting the wood causing the impact to roll the vase of the vase that was almost in the center and it fell to the floor shattering completely.When I took a step I slipped."Fuck" I cried out gasping. A glass had stuck the sole of my foot.Clumsily I had fallen forward cushioning the blow against
"Whatever" Gael turned completely ignoring that blank stare of his wife's, he walked into the house.Although he liked his oceanfront residence, he didn't want to be the talk of the people who used to drive by in cars circling the area, on 63rd Avenue in the city, ideally he wanted to go where his temple didn't feel like it was exploding.Walsh watched the man walk away.She clenched her fists, really, he turned into a stiff shit or idiot. That man couldn't be Gael, that nice guy. That same one who a few hours ago helped her, what was going on with him.Much to his chagrin he led him in."Hey!" the door hit him squarely on the nose, that businessman had no manners or he really was tired with just a few days living under the same roof and breathing the same air, he must be a joke. Or maybe that's his real personality?. "Williams!" she slammed her fist on the wood.There was no response."Gael Williams, you'd better open the door!""Or else what?" The door was opened, revealing young W
They were together on such a tortuous path.Gael is so attractive that he doesn't need to fake a freezing wall so that looks have to fall on him, that is to say, it is enough to observe his hypnotic blue eyes.He has curly dark brown hair, broad shoulders, long legs defined like those of an athlete, fascinating features and a body sculpted by the gods themselves.Walsh felt he could watch him forever and not tire of it, love him, have loved him for ten years."I can sleep in the guest room" Alisha proposed, watching him return with a glass of juice in his hand."No!"Gael refused."It's too late for you to pretend not to know the terms of the contract." his sneer was palpable in every word. "You're a fool" he ridiculed her.Alisha was forced to sign the contract by her family, so she had no chance to see its contents and didn't understand what it had to do with her move to the guest room."Why?" she inquired.She understood absolutely nothing.She wish she knew his intriguing answer,
At that moment I thought that if he was playing games, although deep down it seemed that he really knew how to do it, he would have so much free time to know how to cook a simple dish. It was a bit illogical, that man knew more about business and office than about frying pans and cacera food."See it's not that hard." Gael grabbed some silverware grabbing a bite straight from the pot, a smile graced my lips seeing him so relaxed, was he perhaps removing his barriers."Does it taste good?" I asked hesitantly, I wanted to know if I had achieved a dish to his expectations. "It's really good."Gael put a hand to his chest.An anxiety grew in me as I noticed that discomfort.I saw him gagging as he struggled to get air into his lungs, he looked suffocated, at that instant my senses were activated to the maximum, I quickly wanted to go around the island wanting to help him I ended up tripping and falling to the floor.When I got up I saw him laughing."Not funny" I snorted, getting up comp
When the wood was fully opened, those behind the door came out to greet us, surprising us in an unforeseen quasi-argument that fizzled out at the root.Taking my gaze beyond the couple.I discovered that this celebration seemed so enjoyable.The sound of classical music filtered through the ears, giving a pleasant sensation, I could feel even standing at the entrance how good the atmosphere seemed."Welcome" when I heard that melodic voice, I looked away from the couple that was welcoming us. "Come in" the door opened giving more access.I didn't know how this family's system worked.I was surprised that this beautiful woman was attending us, it was as if she was waiting for our arrival.However, the young businessman Williams did not wait, he simply passed them by, taking me with him, almost dragging me into the mansion, for that grip on my hand did not soften, on the contrary, it intensified a little as he pulled me in the direction of the living room.We stopped together at a pilla
"Following my wife" he obeyed, leading me towards some guests, in that family everyone had an important position."Oh, they are sweet this couple" a lady who was Gael's relative approached taking my hand. "Come, you must be tired."The lady tried to lead me towards a seat but was stopped by Gael who refused to move away, her gaze didn't change one bit to a warmer one. It was still a cold one that could corner me to death.He tightened his grip clinging tighter against me."You need a glass of water, I'll get it for you" another gentleman hurried to fetch the aforementioned.At the banquet everyone was worried about Alisha, and Alisha felt strange.Gael took me to sit next to him, that long dining room could hold at least thirty people, only the Williams family was gathered with their extremely close guests.The tables were of a fine dug out, the tablecloths looked to be of the finest fabric, everything was perfectly ordered even the position of each person was strategically implanted,
Gael walked away, breaking all contact of their joined hands, he retreated walking towards some guests, and Walsh could finally rest, she sat down on a pine wood bench that was located on the side of a corner, but Spencer approached her."Tired" Spencer sat down next to her, he was a rather giggly young man, he seemed to be hiding a mystery. "Can I keep you company?"As soon as he tilted his face a little I was met with that deceptive smile, I didn't even have to ask, he had already taken the seat next to her. "You are so lonely in this coarse place" he expressed in a neutral voice, in my ears it seemed a clear sign of mockery, I turned my body a little looking at him."Is that why you decide to pity me?" I rolled my eyes at his comment. Spencer simply smiled. I wanted to understand what was going on but there was a certain enigma he seemed unable to break. "Go away with your ambiguity.""Ouch, I'm being a good person" the young man sitting next to me held a hand to his chest, feigni
"Shut up" I waited for his response but it didn't come.Spencer averted his gaze to the side, snatching the phone that was just spotted by Gael returning.Gael alternated his gaze between the young man accompanying his wife and his wife who has slightly flushed cheeks, he didn't know what they were talking about but that resounding silence bothered him.The young man who is his cousin's fiancé.He felt his body being cut with knives, those striking eyes could be very icy, he put away his cell phone and went on his way, the best thing to do was to retreat from there if he wanted to stay alive. Spencer walked away from the couple."Is this how you expect your husband?" Gael emphasized the last word, he approached cornering the other's body between the wall and his arms, which were left one on each side of the other's head, his jaw was tense it looked like it was going to snap at any moment. "Do I have to be vigilant all the time?"His face extremely close made me avert my gaze to the op